Marvel's Daredevil

Move... please.

Matty.

Get out of my way! Get out of my way!

Don't move. Help is coming, kid.

That's my boy. That's my boy.

- Matty! Matty! - Dad.

Matty! Matty! Don't, don't move, okay?

No, no, no! Just... Don't move.

Somebody get us some help!

- Dad, what happened? - Matty, it's gonna be all right.

- Just don't move. Don't move, okay? - What happened?

Take it easy.

Your boy... He pushed me out of the way.

He saved my life.

Oh, Dad! Oh, it burns!

Oh, Jesus!

Close your eyes, Matty.

- Dad! - Close your eyes.

- Dad! Dad! - Close your eyes.

Dad. Dad. Dad.

I can't see.

I can't see. I can't see!

I can't see!

I can't see!

I can't see!

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been, uh...

It's been too long since my last confession.

My dad, he used to come to this church back when I was a kid.

He was a fighter. Old school. Boxer.

Lost more than he won. Had a 24-31 record before he, uh...

But he could take a punch.

- Jesus, he could take a punch. - Language.

Sorry, Father.

Yeah, guys he went up against used to say it was like hitting oak.

And nights when he was outmatched,

my dad's strategy was to let 'em hit him till they broke their hands.

He never got knocked out, my dad.

Knocked down, sure. But he, uh, always got back up.

He was always on his feet when he lost.

Every now and then, though, uh...

Every now and then, he'd get hit and...

something inside of him would snap.

My grandmother, she was the real Catholic.

Fear of God ran deep. You'd have liked her.

She used to say, "Be careful of the Murdock boys."

"They got the devil in 'em." (Chuckles)

And you'd see it sometimes...

in the ring.

His eyes would go dead...

and he'd start walking forward real slow...

hands at his sides, like he wasn't afraid of anything.

And the other guy, he'd see that look, and he'd try to get away from him.

Nah.

My dad, he'd catch him and... trap him in the corner.

Let the devil out.

Yeah.

Now, I didn't understand it, you know?

What he was feeling deep inside, I didn't understand it.

Not back then.

But you understand it now?

Perhaps this would be easier if you tell me what you've done.

I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father.

I'm asking forgiveness...

for what I'm about to do.

That's not how this works.

What exactly are you going to do?

Help!

Help! Help me!

Help! Help me!

Hey! Hey!

Man, shut up.

I'm getting $1,000 a head for y'all.

So, you be quiet...

I let you have a bucket.

You don't...

- (Crackling) - (Screams)

- (Man speaking Russian) - No!

No. Please, no.

Scream all you want.

Come on, let me hear you scream.

Scream loud.

- (Girl) It's okay. - (Turk) Nobody gives a shit down here.

- (Bone cracking) - (Man screams)

- (Water splashing) - (Girls gasping)

Head towards 48th. Stay in the lights. Flag down the first officer you see.

- Now! - (Girls screaming)

Foggy, Foggy, Foggy.

- Yeah, yeah. - Foggy.

Hello.

Good morning, sunshine!

- What time is it? - Half past get the hell up.

Let's go. We gotta meet

- the real estate agent in 45. - (Groans)

What was that? Was that a moan?

- Do you have somebody in bed with you? - (Groans)

The paralegal? Is it the para over at...

Never mind, I don't wanna hear about it.

No, I do wanna hear about it! What was she like?

Violent.

I gotta get the blind thing going. It's so unfair.

Oh, hey! Real estate agent, not your type.

Very homely. Might be genetic. No need to be charming.

And she kinda told me she thinks blind people are "God's mistake."

That's a horrible thing to say, Foggy.

I know! In this day and age?

All right, shake it. I gotta go bribe a cop.

Ah, Foggy.

Kidding, NSA, if you're listening.

But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop.

Officer of the law.

Defense attorney. We're supposed to be enemies.

First off, we've been enemies since we were four, Brett,

so let's not blame it on career choices.

Secondly, I'm not a particularly good defense attorney,

so helping me is like helping yourself.

And finally, these are for Bess.

Please stop giving my mom cigars, Foggy.

What? She'll outlive us all.

Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral.

Just give me a heads up

if something, you know, interesting walks through the door.

You're right. It ain't the careers.

Thanks, buddy!

You've got a reception area, a conference room and two offices.

Corner suite has a view of the Hudson.

You can flip a coin with your partner for it.

Uh, he can have the view.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...

- Of course not. - (Chuckles)

Susan Harris. Midtown Property Solutions.

Matt Murdock.

She just curtsied. It was adorable.

Well, it's nice to know chivalry isn't dead.

Susan, would you mind walking me around the space?

Of course. My pleasure.

As I was telling your associate,

this office was barely touched by the incident,

which is why it's on the market already.

The neighbors weren't so lucky.

"The incident"? Is that what we're calling it now?

Well, it sounds so much better than

"death and destruction raining from the sky,

nearly wiping Hell's Kitchen off the map."

Shorter, too.

Owner figuring in the delightful view of cranes and scaffolding?

Feels like we're getting pre-incident prices.

They're a quarter of what they used to be.

Hell's Kitchen's on the rebound, Mr. Nelson,

and in 18 months,

you won't be able to rent a broom closet at this price point.

We'll take it.

We will talk about it.

Because we're not sure we can afford even this palace,

unless we make some changes to our current clientele policies.

My partner and I are having some disagreements

over the direction of Nelson and Murdock.

I believe we're here to defend the innocent.

And I believe the innocent includes everyone not yet convicted of a crime.

You know, as the law states.

He tends to use fancy terminology.

And my partner fails to recognize that, as defense attorneys,

we're never gonna be able to keep the lights on,

waiting on a horde of innocent souls to stumble into our loving arms.

At this point, I'd settle for just one.

Drop the knife!

- No, no, I didn't... - Drop it!

I didn't do this! I didn't... I didn't do this!

- Get on the ground! - I didn't do this!

- Now! - Oh, God!

Oh, God!

No, I didn't do this.

Oh, God! I didn't do this!

Oh, no!

I didn't do this!

- Hey, buddy. - (Brett) Homicide.

Female suspect found at the scene. Definitely qualifies as interesting.

She's been charged yet?

Assistant DA hasn't made the call yet.

Do you have a name on the suspect?

Yeah. Page.

- Karen Page. - (Door opening)

Okay, can we please take the handcuffs off the 110-pound woman?

Miss Page, can you tell me who these men are?

We're her lawyers.

Uncuff our client and give us the room, please.

Thank you, Detective.

Miss Page, my name is Matt Murdock. This is my associate, Foggy Nelson.

Do you mind if we sit down?

She gave a vague shrug. I say we go with it.

We understand you're in some trouble.